Lock & Load (feat. Killer Mike)

Boys and girls in the front, get your guns out
Got heart, got style, got a lot of mouth
Do ya, do ya?
It's full now, Perplex what they talk about
Bust another shot, show me whatcha talkin' 'bout
Do ya, do ya?
Do ya?

Lock and load, fire
Lock and load, fire
Lock and load, fire
Lock and load, fire

Oh, stand your ground
Wait for it now, standin' your ground
Oh, stand your ground
When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you

Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you) (aye, aye, aye)

Shit's fucked up, said the cards of the tarot
Now I know my DNA match with the pharaoh
I exact revenge at the end of a barrel
Eyes on the prize, it's the young black sparrow
Aye, I cannot be stifled, grippin' on the rifle
Team movin' through the concrete jungle like we tribal
'Cause life's a vicious cycle, as toddlers, played with Tyco
Now we robbers goin' psycho and shootin' at our rivals

Black suit like the minister, Marvin with the carbon
Yeah, sucker came to finish ya, AR handler
AK manager, make 'em shoot and harm 'em
And now who the fuck gon' handle 'em?
Principle and pistols on these pussies in Atlanta bro
Please man when I pull it in, I pray the bullet damage ya
I'm a bad black bastard 'til I'm in a casket
A bully with a fully in a Buick on some baskets
Gymnastics how the bullets got these bitches doin' backflips

Oh, stand your ground
Wait for it now, standin' your ground
Oh, stand your ground
When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you

Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you)
Fire, fire (comin' for you)

Comin' for you
Comin' for you



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Peter W. Keusch, Michael Santigo Render, Amanda Warner
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